Slayer Scrolls

by Ellmarr

Can two children who are just learning to survive save the worlds or do the Fates have other plans for them- a Multi-Cross Over events - Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Stargate SG-1, TMNT, Gargoyles, Criminal Minds, Skyrim, Supernatural. Takes place just before the defeat of the First. Check back continually as I will be doing Chapters for better flow, fixing grammar, and other things.

24. Chapter 24

Blame Alex. 3 new pages and errors corrected. Enjoy. Remember to leave a review as they feed the dragons.

Chapter 24- Slayer Scrolls

Chapter 21- Lydia

Day 18 Morning – Killing Time

Farm off the Road to Mark Hall

Chrissy and Sexy vanished from view just as the morning sun painted the sky in hues of awakening warmth. A gentle breeze wove its way through the branches of the trees, and the morning's moisture kissed the grass, satisfying its thirst. Michael inhaled deeply, absorbing the essence of the dawn, his apprehension palpable.

In the stillness of the morning, a sense of foreboding lingered in Michael's thoughts. The prospect of his mean uncle confining him within the cold, stone walls of Mark Hall loomed overhead. Fears of unrealized dreams and the potential severance from his parents and newfound friends clouded his mind, casting a shadow on the promising canvas of the day.

"We are leaving tomorrow?" Michael asks hesitantly.

"Yes. The sooner we do this, the sooner we can get back." Jarlam answers as he looks down at the boy with concern.

"Will you let me become a soldier?" Michael inquires.

"If that is what you want to be when you reach the legal age, they accept, then I will support your choice. I was a soldier." Jarlam heartfully replies.

"Really, why aren't you one now?"

"I discovered that war and all the fighting wasn't the life for me. So, I came back to my adopted father and worked under him until he passed away last winter."

"How old do I have to be?"

"16 years old."

"That will take forever." Michael pouts.

"Until then, you can come with me on trips. Plus, I'll teach you how to use that knife." Jarlam informs him.

"When you come through and I am here, I can teach you how to use a bow. I am sure Chrissy will teach you how to use a sword." Lydia offers with a gentle smile.

"Really?"

"If it is all right with Jarlam." Lydia counters.

"Can I Jarlam?"

"I don't see a problem with doing it later, but first, I want you to pack some of the things you want to take," Jarlam instructs.

"Okay."

"Do you have a bedroll?" Jarlam asks.

"No."

"There are a couple of different ones strapped to the saddles of the bandit horses. He can choose one." Lydia says as she points to the saddles under the half-finished small barn.

"Thank you," Jarlam replies and then says to Michael. "What do you tell her."

"Thank you."

"You are welcome."

"Go choose one, then we will head back inside so you can pack while Lydia and I talk about what she'll need to pick up for this place."

"Okay," Michael yells back as he runs over to the saddles and picks out a thick, dark blue roll.

"There is already a list of supplies or at least what his father thought they needed. I took a few things off and added a few." Jarlam is telling Lydia when Michael returns, and they head inside.

"Like what?"

"He wanted to grow some black hork berries to make wine with, but that won't grow well in that soil out there. If you want to grow berries for wine, I think Milkin Berries would be better; not many produce that wine. I also added seeds and plants that grow best here and have the highest value when you sell."

"Milking Berry root is hard to find and get a hold of, but I heard it tastes amazing," Lydia remarks. "What about supplies for a Mill? The one outside looks like it has seen better days."

"True, but I don't know much about that. It is on the list of stuff."

"Do you know if we have enough supplies to finish the small barn?"

"From what I have seen around here, there may just be enough. If we work together, you and I could complete it."

"Can I help?" Micheal asks coming out of his room with a small burlap bag.

"Are you done packing?" Jarlam asks.

"I only have a couple of pairs of pants and shirts."

"Undergarments?" Lydia asks.

"Yes, and I have them too," Michael answers as he holds up an old burlap sack with all his clothing.

"What about a cloak?" Jarlam asks.

"It's at the bottom of the well." Micheal answers with a sad face.

"There was a wool one on one of the bandits. It's a little big but should work, and I can show you how to alter it tonight." Lydia says as she picks a brownish-grey cloak up and hands it to him.

"When we reach Mark Hall, I will be sure to set him up with a warmer one."

"Boots, too," Lydia remarks as she eyes the hole boots the young man is wearing, then tosses him a backpack that belongs to the bandits. "Put your stuff in there. It will keep it drier.

"Are you sure Chrissy will be okay with this?" Jarlam asks as he hands the list over to her.

"Yes, now moving on. I should do double about what you have on the list if I can." Lydia affirms.

"Why?" Jarlam asks.

"She has a couple of other places that need some work," Lydia replies.

"Where?"

"A farm outside of White Run. And if it's the one I think it is, it will need a better barn and a few other things." Lydia says as she thinks back on the time she travels there.

"Is it the one down by the river heading north?"

"I believe so."

"Thane Hrolleif owned that. He was one of the few nice Thane's." Jarlam said with a sad smile.

"He was a good man," Lydia confirms.

"Do you know what happened to him?" Jarlam asks.

"He went on his last adventure to High Rimneer," Lydia replies with a sad smile.

"What! That place is supposed to be full of Werewolves." Jarlam comments.

"He believed he could free the werewolves from their curse by killing the first Werewolf," Lydia answers before taking a sip of water.

"Then how does anyone know he is dead?"

"His House Carl Hrolf returned with what was left of Hrolf of his Thane's body and placed him next to his wife in the hall of the dead. Hrolf passed away shortly afterward and was laid to rest with his Thane," Lydia recounted, weaving a narrative that held a kernel of truth but concealed the darker reality. She had discovered her mentor Hrolf's lifeless form, a silver knife cruelly piercing his heart. A chilling note, placed beside him, revealed the grim details: he had been bitten, clinging to life only long enough to ensure the safe return of his Thane to their homeland. The weight of this secret tragedy hung heavily in the air as Lydia shared the edited version of the somber tale.

"Why on earth did he want to free the Werewolves?" Michael asks in disbelief.

"His brother had been turned, and he didn't want to kill his brother. But according to Hrolf, that is what happened." Lydia explains.

"I never knew." Jarlam sorrowfully remarks.

"No one did until Hrolf revealed what happened before his death," Lydia told them, then changed the subject. "I should also get a few things for her home inside White Run."

"You might consider hiring someone to keep it clean and stocked while she is away."

"That is a good idea. But I will have to wait and talk it over with Chrissy. Until then, I should have someone keep an eye on the place until one of us returns, and I know just the man for it." Lydia says with a bright smile of lust.

"Let's hold off on the list for now so we can work on the barn," Jarlam suggests.

"Sounds good. Hey Michael, how is your leg doing?"

"I can walk on it, just not a whole lot."

"Fine, you will be the one who holds things for us and hands them to us," Lydia says as she gets up and heads for the door.

The trio stepped out through the door, ready to tackle the barn project. With focused determination, they worked seamlessly together, and in just a few short hours, the barn stood complete, a testament to their collective efforts.

Once the structure was finished, they efficiently moved the horses into their new quarters. Turning their attention to the pen, they skillfully repaired it before proceeding to ensure the horses were well-fed and watered. The rhythmic sounds of their labor echoed against the backdrop of the barn, marking the culmination of a productive and satisfying day's work.

"Michael, don't you have any livestock?" Lydia asks wondering why they had hay but no livestock.

"We had a couple of cows, but they died… Now that I think about it, those vampires could have been the ones that killed them."

"When I come back, I'll get some livestock and see about a livestock dog," Lydia comments.

"We couldn't have a dog," Michael informs them.

"Why?" Jarlam and Lydia ask at the same time.

"Dad didn't like them," Michael explains.

"Would you like one, Michael?" Jarlam asks.

"You would get me a dog." Michael beams happily.

"It will be a working dog as it will help to guard the wagon and us."

"But would it be mine?"

"I don't see why not as long as you don't mistreat it. That means you must feed it regularly and ensure it has water. Then there is the training."

"I promise, except I don't know how," Michael tells him.

"Well, it's good that I know someone in Mark Hall who raises and trains guard dogs."

"Jarlam, help me move this cart," Lydia calls out as she tries to move it alone but realizes she can't.

"Why are you moving the cart?" Michael asks.

"I have to get supplies after you guys leave, so I thought I would leave right after you and get it. Do you see anything we can use as a harness for the horses to pull it?" Lydia informs them.

"There is some rope. It could work until you get a real harness." Jarlam suggests.

"Would you mind showing me how to set it tomorrow before we leave?"

"No problem. It's getting late. The roast I have cooking should be done by now."

As the three companions made their way into the house, blissfully unaware of the unseen observer, a pair of keen eyes had been fixated on them the entire time.

"That is not the same couple who lived here last time we came through, but that is the same boy. Neither one is the being we are looking for. What do you think, my friend?" inquired a male voice, seeking counsel from his companion.

The only response was a gaze of profound intensity directed towards the farmhouse below, as if searching for some elusive truth in the landscape.

"Let us go, for we have much to hunt, and they are not what we seek," declared the gruff voice to his companion. With that, they turned away, returning to the road, their journey leading them towards Mark Hall.

Meanwhile, within the farmhouse, the newfound friends indulged in a well-deserved respite, savoring the fruits of their labor. They ate, drank, and relished the camaraderie forged after a hard day's work, blissfully unaware of the enigmatic figures passing through the periphery of their lives.

Day 19 Morning – Killing Time

Farm off the Road to Mark Hall

"Lydia, what will you do with the horses you don't take with you?" Jarlam asks as they head out the door to get the cart and wagon ready to depart.

"I am taking them with me. They will follow behind the cart, and I will ride one and lead the one pulling it." Lydia lets him know.

"What will you do with them when you get there?"

"Board them at the stables outside White Run, then move them to the farm. Depending on if I can find someone to watch that farm, I may have to bring them back with me." Lydia explains as she feeds the horses that she and Chrissy had gotten from Law of Bounty.

"You could sell them. I might even be interested in them."

"You'll have to talk to my Thane about that. She said she wanted to keep them."

"Okay, but if you see her before me, could you ask her to think of me if she wants to? I need a couple of extras." Jarlam says as he feeds and waters his team.

"I will," Lydia answers as she finishes watering the horses.

The two head in to eat and get Michael. After a quick breakfast, they get their packs, head outside, harness the teams up, and prepare to head in opposite directions.

"I hope to see you guys soon," Lydia says as Michael hugs her.

"I hope so, too," Michael says as he tries to hold back the tears.

"How long do you think it may be before you head back this way," Lydia asks Jarlam.

"That will depend on a few things. First, it may take a few days to adopt Michael, and then I can't leave until I have a full load. I am pretty sure I will have one, as I haven't been up there in almost two months." Jarlam explains as he checks his horses over.

"Where do they keep the stuff when you aren't there?" Lydia inquires.

"At the local stables. I have a deal with the owner." Jarlam answers

"Is it that way at all your stops."

"Yup."

"Where do you service?"

"All over the country. I don't do much business in the wintertime as the weather is too dangerous to travel." Jarlam answers. "I try to winter in Riften or White Run as they are the warmest during the winter.

"So, I get to go with you all over the country?" Michael asks.

"Yes."

"Wow."

"The road is long and hard, so I will teach you how to survive while traveling. I will also introduce you to many different beings, but until they know you, let me do the talking." Jarlam instructs.

"Okay."

Lydia secured the farmhouse, diligently locking both the door and the memories of their time within. As they ascended to the road, a silent agreement unfolded. With a shared understanding, they each chose separate paths, diverging in opposite directions. Amidst the scenic backdrop, they waved goodbye, the farewell containing a blend of gratitude for shared moments and anticipation for the individual journeys that lay ahead.

Day 19 Evening – Killing Time

White Run

The dusk had settled in by the time Lydia reached the outskirts of White Run, and a newfound appreciation for Jarlam's labor coursed through her. The toil of guiding the horse, hauling the small cart, and pulling the horses in tandem had exacted its toll. Lydia couldn't help but marvel at how sore her body felt, a tangible reminder of the demanding effort required in Jarlam's role as a wagon driver. The quiet journey had transformed into a physical test, leaving her with a deep respect for the resilience demanded by such endeavors.

"Lydia, is that you?" Skulvar, the Stablemaster, greeted as he approached the horse she was riding.

"Yes."

"Where did you get these horses?" Skulvar inquired, his hand gently caressing the red mare beneath Lydia.

""Law of Bounty," Lydia replied, easing herself off the horse with deliberate movements.

"So, are they for sale?" Skulvar asked, his eyes noting the decent condition of the horses.

"My Thane wishes to keep them for now, but I want to board them for the night," Lydia explained, stretching to alleviate the tightness in her muscles.

"I have an almost empty stable, so no problem. Millram, come and stable these horses," Skulvar called out to his son.

"Are we getting new horses?" Millram, a young man of about 15, inquired as he emerged from the stables, opening the large pen.

"No, they are just being boarded," Skulvar clarified, beginning to untie the horses from the cart.

"What about the stuff in the cart?" Lydia asked..

"We can lock it up in the last stall. It should be safe there," Skulvar assured her after returning for another horse.

"How much?"

"Well, let's see... The stall you are using is the one Jarlam usually uses, and it's empty. Say two copper for it, and we can put the horses in the pens, so three copper per horse."

"That includes feed and watering?"

"Of course. Just grass hay. If you want oat hay, that two extra copper."

"They did good work, so do right by them. And thanks. I need to see someone, then get some rest." Lydia says as she hands him the coins make sure to give a little extra.

"We will. Good night, young housecarl." Skulvar says then instructs. "Millram help me put this cart away. Then we will feed and brush all the horses down."

"Good night Skulvar." Lydia says as she makes her way up to the main gate.

Lydia felt a surge of gratitude as she reached the gate before its nightly closure, seamlessly entering without any hindrance. After a brief check of the guard barracks by the gate for Thadmor, yielding no sign of him, Lydia briskly passed Thane's home, directing her steps toward Dragon's Keep. Her hope rested on finding Thadmor there.

"Thank the Divines," Lydia muttered in relief when her eyes fell upon the sight of not only Thadmor's presence but also his engaged conversation with Irlieth. Determined to maintain a facade of normalcy, Lydia made a purposeful beeline for Thadmor. Recognizing the gravity of her Thane's suspicions regarding a potential traitor in White Run, she resolved to play her part, outwardly unfazed by the looming shadows of suspicion.

"I wish.." Irlieth is saying when Lydia arrives interrupts the two's discussion by kissing Thadmor.

"Lydia, what are you doing here!" Thadmor says as he pulls away in shock at her bold actions.

"I am back at the request of my Thane," Lydia says as she turns and looks at Irlieth.

"Is your Thane here?" Irlieth asks.

"No, she is heading to meet with some friends, but plans have changed, and she needed me to return and do a few things for her," Lydia answers.

"So soon?"

"Yes, she has inherited a farm about a day's travel from here."

"What happened to the owners?" Irlieth asks.

"Vampires kill the owners, but we saved their son from a well he had fallen in. The owners left their place to Chrissy, asking her to hold on to it until their son was old enough to have it, and she agreed.

"Of course, she did," Irlieth says with a smile.

"The place needs a lot of work, and I had returned for supplies and to check on her other places. She expressly asks I should look at her place outside of town and see if we can hire someone to care for both while she is out and about." Lydia says as she looks Irlieth directly when she talks about the farm outside of town. "I should also report that we had to kill some Black Ravens that attacked the wagon."

"I see. More law of bounty, I take it." Irlieth says while giving her a slight head nod as if to say, "I understand there is more to what you are saying."

"Yes, some four horses and armor. My Thane expressed that I should have you come over and check it out to determine who would be the most trustworthy person to care for both." Lydia says, but she hopes Irlieth understood her message.

"Well, I am quite busy, but I think I can make some time because it is the Dragon-born asking. I do have some training going on over at the Northern Outpost that I must look into. I can stop by tomorrow evening on my way there." Irlieth says as she makes sure it sounds as though she didn't want to but looks Lydia in the eye during certain words to let her know that she understood.

"When are you off shift?" Lydia asks Thadmor.

"He's off now." Irlieth informs her while giving Thadmor a look, saying, "To go with her and get more info."

"Thank you, housecarl," Thadmor says, then leaves with Lydia.

Thadmor starts to ask questions as they leave, but Lydia silences him by kissing him and quietly saying, "Not now."

During their journey to Breezehome, Lydia and Thadmor intertwined their fingers, sharing tender moments of nuzzling that painted the picture of a couple deeply in love. The facade of affection continued until they stepped into the confines of Breezehome. Once within its walls, Lydia purposefully pushed Thadmor away, abruptly severing the illusion of intimacy they had carefully woven. The sudden change in demeanor hinted at an undercurrent of tension or perhaps the weight of unspoken concerns lingering in the air.

"As much as I would love to ravish you right now, I am just too exhausted," Lydia says as she drops into a chair.

"You looked it back up there. Have you eaten?" Thadmor asks as he lights a few candles to see by

"Only dried beef on the way here."

"Rest there while I make you something and get the fire going."

"Thanks. Haven't you been working?"

"I have had the past few days off due to helping save the jarl," Thadmor informs her while he heads for the wood box and grabs a few pieces out to start the central fire.

"That must be nice."

"I got to visit my family and see my newest Nephew. My sister is one of the best cooks around. It must be exciting traveling with the Dragon Born." Thadmor says as he places the wood in the pit and begins the process of starting the fire.

"You have no idea," Lydia says from the chair as she closes her eyes just a little.

"Why don't you tell me about it," Thadmor says. After the central fire went, he set up the kitchen fire.

We set out to purchase horses for the journey to find her friend, only to discover they had all been sold. Undeterred, we caught a ride with the wagon and headed toward Mark Hall. The first day was relatively quiet until the Black Ravens murdered one of their own. To make matters worse, they then turned their aggression toward us, presumably to silence witnesses"

"How long did they last?" Thadmor asks with a smile as he starts getting out some different cheeses and bread.

"Not even five minutes," Lydia smirks back.

"I remember you said you got some horses from that. What happened next?" Thadmor asks after he gives her a plate full of sliced cheese, fruits, and bread.

"Thank you," Lydia says while taking the food she was offered. "There is some black bear mead in the cupboard in the right corner. Have you eaten?"

"Thought I would eat and drink with you if that is alright," Thadmor says as he gets a couple of bottles of the mead.

"I would be glad to eat with you," Lydia says as she takes the mead she was offered.

"I should warn you I am not as good a cook as my sister, but I make a pretty good dinner," Thadmor says as he takes a drink, then heads back to the kitchen and begins to make a proper dinner. "So, what happened after the little workout?"

"Jarlam got shot by one of the bandits, and Chrissy killed the bandit with that shield of hers," Lydia tells him in between bites of food and taking sips of the mead.

"No wonder many guards are referring to it as the black shield of death." Thadmor comments as he pulls out different pots and pans to cook with.

"I know. Well, thankfully, Jarlam wasn't hurt too bad, and we headed for the campsite he planned to stay at. When we got there, we found that the well had partially collapsed in, and there was a young boy trapped at the bottom." Lydia says.

"Hope he was alright."

"Yeah, the main support bean pinned him at the bottom. Chrissy had to climb in the well to save him."

"I thought she was afraid of heights?"

"That's what I said, but she said she feared watching a child drown was worse. It was raining so hard by then, so she went in. We were able to get him out before he drowned. We then took him to his family….. Unfortunately, at the time we reached his home, vampires were killing them." Lydia sadly explains.

"Damn… I wonder what we can do to stop all the attacks." Thadmor says while chopping up some onions.

"Have there been any here?"

"Nothing locally except what you just told me, but Irlieth has the guard prepping for them, just in case."

"Where else have there been attacks?"

"Rumors mostly of attacks in the outer reaches and far corner of the empire but nothing confirmed in the bigger cities."

"They are keeping a low profile…I wonder why?"

"Not low enough. The Dust Riders are reforming. A guy has been here recruiting for it the last few days."

"Thought they were just for werewolves."

"Not this group. They go after any unnatural creature." Thadmor answers as he puts some spices on the meat.

"Chrissy and I got blessed silver knives that should help to deal with them," Lydia tells him with a yawn and shows him her new knife.

"I'll tell Irlieth about silver and see if the priest will bless them. Did you ever find her friend?" Thadmor remarks as he looks at the knife then hands it back to her.

"Actually, yeah. We first had to bury young Michael's parents. We spent the night at his farm afterward. Jarlam stayed with Michael while we left to find her friend using the horses from the Law of Bounty. We had to get past a village of Pharcry." Lydia remarks in a bit of awe at what they had done.

"How did you?"

"Before we could, we met up with a ghost, and she asked us to save her husband, who the Pharcry was holding."

"How were they holding a ghost?"

"He wasn't a ghost, just Brana."

How in the world would they even be able to be a married couple if she is dead and he is alive?"

"Oh, trust me, they manage quite well and loud." Lydia laughs seductively.

"I'll take your word for it, but between you and me, I prefer the living," Thadmor says with a wink at her. "So, how was she still around?"

"She swore to her Goddess that she would serve her in death as in life. They built their home upon her goddess's sacred land and the tombs of her ancestors."

"How did you get past the Pharcry?"

"Chrissy mixed some powder and bat shit. She meant it to blow up a cave entrance so they couldn't sneak up behind us." Lydia starts to laugh at what happened.

"What happened?"

"It caused an avalanche that took out almost the whole village," Lydia explains, to which Thadmor spits out his drink in disbelief.

"Damn, who didn't she kill?" Thadmor asks as he wipes his mouth.

"A couple of Hag Ravens. But we did kill them. Freed Halvar. Halvar, Chrissy, and I then went on to rescue Sexy. We found the main part of his body outside the entrance to the home of the Dark Ones. We thought he was dead but needed to get the rest of his parts to save him. And yeah, you guessed it, the parts were in the home of the Dark ones."

"How could he still be alive and in parts?"

"It turns out he is a type of metal horse."

"How is that?"

"I'm not quite sure myself, but he looks similar to the machines built by the old ones. He has a personality and a good sense of humor." Lydia goes on to inform him.

"Why doesn't that surprise me with Chrissy." Thadmor shakes his head as he grills up some meat with the onions.

"Well, before we got all his parts, we faced off with one of the Olds's giant metal guards. We barely defeated it. We almost lost Halvar in the process. Afterward, we got Sexy back together and spent the night at Brana and Halvar's house. Oh, wow, was that place great! Halvar is a great cook, too. In the morning, we headed back to the farm but in a different way. It took longer, but I think it was for the better." Lydia relates, then gives off a slight shiver at her following statement. "We stayed the night at Ronick Stead.

"I heard that's a quiet place."

"For now."

"Why do you say that?"

"Stockers protect it."

"That's not good."

"No kidding. It seems that the boundaries of the land limit them. Or else they would have killed the vampires. Just obey the rules of not harming anyone who lives there or bothering the stocker, and you should be fine, according to the Ronick family."

"That is good to know. Here, try this." Thadmor says as he hands her a plate of food.

"This looks good," Lydia says as she starts to dig in, and he sits beside her with his plate of food.

As the night unfolded, Thadmor attempted to inquire about Lydia's conversation with Irlieth, only to be met with a silent shake of her head and a swift redirection of the topic. As the evening progressed, Lydia eventually succumbed to sleep in her chair. Seizing the opportunity to care for her, Thadmor gently lifted Lydia and carried her upstairs.

Standing on the precipice of Lydia's bedroom, Thadmor prepared to lay her in her own bed. However, before he could proceed, Lydia stirred, awakening abruptly. In a surprising twist, she expressed a desire to sleep in Chrissy's room, insisting that Thadmor stay with her but with a stipulation—no intimacy. Though taken aback, Thadmor acquiesced to her request, settling Lydia in Chrissy's bed while he retreated to Lydia's own.

Unbeknownst to them, a small visitor lurked in the shadows of the back bedroom, overhearing their conversation. Once convinced that the adults were soundly asleep, the stealthy intruder emerged, snatching some of the extra food Thadmor had prepared before slipping away on hushed footsteps.

Day 20 Morning – Killing Time

Breeze Home White Run

Lydia wakes to the blacksmith banging away, and she shakes her head. As she does, her eyes see a plate of food and a note waiting for her.

Lydia,

I had guard duty this morning. Enjoy the meal, and I'll see you at the farm at my housecarl this evening.

Thadmor

Lydia couldn't help but smile, her heart warmed by the sweet gesture Thadmor had made. -warm food that offered a comforting start to the day. Following her customary routine, she took a moment to cleanse herself with a wash rag, preparing for the day ahead. Determined to stay vigilant, Lydia opted to don her armor, mindful of the potentially precarious situation awaiting her in tent city.

Thadmor's accounts from the previous night painted a bleak picture of the area—insufficient guards, limited resources, and a palpable air of insecurity exacerbated by a criminal presence attempting to exert control. With these concerns in mind, Lydia set forth on her journey, making her first stop at the Battle Maiden Blacksmith shop to meet with Adrianne.

"Lydia, you are back quite soon," Adrianne says as she greets her friend.

"Yes, more law of bounty and a new place for my Thane," Lydia replies with a smile.

"Where is your Thane?"

"Off to see a friend. I have the armor and weapons in a cart at the stable if you have the time to look."

"Ulfberth, would you mind watching the outside shop."

"What for?"

"Lydia is back with more."

"I think you should hire an apprentice with all our business." Ulfberth remarks as he comes outside.

"I have told you now is not a good time." Adrianne remarks.

"Yeah, I will, but I must close the inside as I can't watch both." Ulfberth grumbles as he comes outside.

The two women chat while on their way to the stable but stop short of it as they hear a commotion coming from there. They don't want to disturb them.

"As I said before, these horses are not for sale." Skulvar loudly tells a short, bald man.

"Skeevers." Adrianne cusses, unlike herself.

"What is it, my friend?" Lydia asks in concern.

"Thane Valdrin." Adrianne hissed under her breath in disgust.

"Maybe we should…" Lydia starts to say.

"Then who do they belong to? I want them." Thane Valdrin demands.

"They belong to Thane Chrissy," Skulvar says as he sees Lydia coming down, and Valdrin sees Lydia.

"There is no Thane Chrissy. These horses look stolen." Valdrin snaps.

"They are from the law of bounty," Skulvar says as he points to Lydia. "Yes, there is, and there is her house, Carl."

"That's no house, Carl. That's just a servant." Thane Valdrin sneers as he barely glances at Lydia.

"This is the House Carl of Thane Chrissy the Dragon Born. I suggest you treat her with the respect she is due." Skulvar sieves through his teeth as he tries to keep his composure.

"A woman is the Dragon Born. What nonsense is this? What have you been drinking?" Thane Valdrin disgustingly laughs.

"He speaks the truth. Thane Chrissy took a dragon's head just a few days ago." Adrianne spoke up as her hand tightened on the morning star she was carrying.

"Really, where is the body?" Thane Valdrin snaps back as though that was proof that they were fools.

"The Jarl's ordered it taken to the keep, for the sake of everyone's nerves," a Viking guard asserted, his demeanor stern and unyielding. He and his fellow warriors closed in on the group. The guard, with a touch of fury in his voice, faced Thane Valdrin squarely, declaring, "Never question that Thane Chrissy is the Dragonborn. We owe our lives to her – she felled that dragon with her shield."

The guards turned their attention to Lydia, silently inquiring, "Should we stay?" She responded with a subtle shake of her head, conveying, "No, I've got this. You can leave." They briskly moved past Thane Valdrin, shooting him disdainful glares. Each guard cast him a lingering look of disapproval as they marched toward the gate.

"Well, where is this so-called Dragon Born? I want those horses." Valdrin demands as he steps back away from the guard.

"They are not for Sale," Lydia informs him.

"Then why are they here if they aren't for sale?"

"I am stabling them for a few days, then they will leave with me." Lydia coldly states as her hand aches to grip her sword.

"Where is your Thane? I'll speak to her about it." Valdrin arrogantly demands.

"She is not here and has left them in my care until she returns." Lydia flatly states.

"When will she return?" Valdrin smugly requires.

"When she is ready." Lydia frigidly retorts.

"Why do you even want them? You have your own and your carriage?" Adrianne questions as she looks over to where his expensive carriage stands.

"I need a fresh set." Valdrin answers.

"Why?" Lydia inquires.

"That is none of your business. Skulvar, get my carriage ready. I will have to use mine."

"No." Skulvar coldly replies.

"What did you say to me?" Valdrin indignantly demands.

"I said No." Skulvar retorts.

"How dare you!" Thane Valdrin screams out.

"Those horses are underfed and in no condition to travel while pulling a large, heavy carriage like that." Skulvar coldly explains as he points to some very skinny horses in a pen, looking like they are on their last legs.

"They are my horses. I can do what I want with them." Thane Valdrin indignantly informs the stablemaster.

"I don't care. I will not partake in harming animals like that," Skulvar replies.

"Milfred!" Valdrin barks.

"Yes, my Thane." An older warrior with an eye patch over his right eye and in dark leather armor, toting a short sword, walks from around the corner of the stalls.

"Go get the horses ready to leave." Valdrin orders.

"We cannot leave yet."

"I gave you an order."

"I am a skilled warrior, not a carpenter or blacksmith, and the carriage wheel was damaged..." House Carl Milfred informs his Thane.

"What? I don't remember the wheel being damaged."

"You were a pit drunk."

"Oh, right. Why isn't that fixed?"

"I have been busy getting your home more suitable for you to live in." Milfred answers. "Which do you wish for me to do first?"

"Both." Valdrin huffs as if the answer is obvious.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Didn't you arrive from Winter Helm?" Skulvar remarks, which only causes Thane to stomp off to his home inside White Run.

"Take your time on the wheel." Milfred quietly tells Skulvar, and both men give a knowing look in agreement as Milfred hands Skulvar a hammer and chisel with a mischievous grin, then begrudgingly follows his thane.

"Don't think I'll be able to get to it for a couple of weeks," Skulvar says with a mischievous smile.

"Why did he come back?" Lydia asks.

"I have no idea. I wish he had stayed gone." Skulvar says. "It's a shame Milfred is stuck with him. What can I help you ladies with?"

"Lydia wants me to look at the stuff she got from the law of bounty."

"Last stall, and here is the key. I need to tend to those horses."

"Skulvar, I can fix that will and tend to the horses for you." A young man asks hopefully.

"There is no hurry on that wheel, and I can take care of the horses myself." Skulvar sadly tells the boy.

"Are you sure? I need a little work." The young man almost begs but stops and looks back at a child far from him.

"I am sorry, Turkon, but I don't have any work for you right now."

"Hey, aren't you the blacksmith? I was an apprentice under Hildred. If you need one, I am a fast learner." Turkon asks.

"Not at this time." Adrianne answers, which causes Lydia to look at her as if asking, "Why not?" Adrianne runs a look that says. "I don't want to talk about it right now."

"Okay, if you need anything, just let me know."

"Do you know how to do stonework?" Lydia asks.

"My father used to do it."

"Is he with you?"

"Yes, but his leg is broken."

"Can you show me any of your work?"

"I have some Hinges and nails I made," Turkon says as he pulls a couple of nails and hinges from the box next to him.

"Not too bad." Adrianne remarks as she glances at the quality of the work.

"Do you know how to use them?" Lydia asks at hearing her friend's remark.

"Of course. House Carl." Turkon answers.

"I need some extra hands for the next day or so. Depending on how well you work, it will start at 6 copper a day per person I work. Are you interested?" Lydia inquires as she looks him over carefully, taking note of the burn and calluses that all blacksmiths had.

"Yes, ma'am. My wife can clean if you are in need of a maid. And I have two strong young boys who can help." Turkon quickly informs her.

"I will start with just you and your boys right now. We will see about the rest later." Lydia says and is about to order him to come with her when she hears his stomach growl loudly. "When was the last time you and your family ate?"

"My family ate last night." Turkon honestly answers.

"But you did not?" Lydia states.

"My family first," Turkon confirms.

"No one can do a decent day's work if they aren't fed. Take this and get you and your family a decent meal, then be back here in an hour ready to work and bring the boys as they might be useful." Lydia orders.

"Thank you, House Carl. My sons and I will be back in one hour." Turkon smiles as he walks over to a young boy who looks like him.

"Do you think you will see him again?" Adrianne asks.

"If I don't, then I am only out nine copper, and you will know he is a thief for sure, but if I see him again, I will have a good worker and maybe even a whole family of workers for my Thane," Lydia answers with a smirk. "Now, about the stuff from the law of bounty."

"I could always offer him more money if he proves as good as you think he may be." Adrianne teased, then went to look at the stuff Lydia had brought.

True to his word, Turkon returned within the hour to find the women in the stall, just finishing their transaction. As Lydia laid eyes on him, a flicker of concern crossed her face. Turkon bore a swelling eye and a fresh cut.

""What happened?" Lydia demanded, her gaze sharp, especially noting the red mark on one of the boys' faces.

"I have returned as you requested," Turkon replies while not looking at her.

I have returned as you requested," Turkon replied, avoiding direct eye contact.

"Ma'am, I am here to work the days you offered. That's all I can say," Turkon replied, attempting to hold back.

"Fine, but why is your stomach still growling?" Lydia asks.

"I said I can work." Turkon firmly states.

"Answer the question, or there won't be any work," Lydia warns.

"I can't. I am sorry. Just please put us to work." Turkon, this time, begs.

"Tell her daddy." The little boy urges.

"Shh, Marus." Turkon hushed the boy.

"Close the stall doors," Lydia commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument, and Turkon promptly complied.

When the door is closed, Lydia's stern expression becomes soft when she speaks next. "Marus, is it?" The boy nods. "Why can't your father tell me?" Lydia gently asks.

"Because he was made to promise not to." Marus quietly mutters.

"Did you make that promise?

"No."

"Then you can tell me."

"Jarden and his men threaten to hurt us if Daddy told," Marus answers.

"I'll inform the guards," Adrianne growls out as her expression screams that she wants to beat the men herself.

"You can't. It's his word against ours, and he works for a Thane," Turkon warns.

"A Thane allows that." Adrianne remarks, to which Turkon just slightly nods his head. "Damn."

"Tell us everything." Lydia orders.

"Why?" Turkon asks.

"So, we might know how best to deal with what is happening," Lydia replies.

"You can't," Turkon warns.

"Just tell us." Adrianne urges.

"Fine. I purchased some food with your money and returned it to my family. Jarden was there for his protection money and was bothering my wife. I tried to stop him, and that's when he saw the fresh food and demanded to know where I got it. I am sorry I had to tell him." Turkon says as he looks at the mark on his son's face.

"Go on." Lydia encourages.

"So, I told him I am working for you for a few days. He wants to know everything you do and what there is." Turkon relays. "I think he is going to try and steal from you."

"When are you supposed to meet him?" Lydia asks.

"Tomorrow evening. But if I don't show, he'll hurt my family." Turkon replies in haste.

"Who all is in your family?" Lydia inquires as she leans against the stall wall.

"Myself, my wife Kara, my oldest son Marus, second son Solonm, my only daughter Jennro, and my father Tohmas," Turkon answers.

"Damn, that would be too many to try and get out all at once with Jarden running a protection gig," Lydia remarks.

"What is a protection gig?" Adrianne asks.

"You pay them, or something bad happens, and they call it Protection." Lydia spits out.

"That can't be legal." Adrianne remarks.

"It's not. To stop them, we need proof and witnesses. I am betting they are threatening people to keep quiet." Lydia interjects.

"How do you know that?" Adrianne asks in disbelief.

"One of my former owners was like that." Lydia sadly says.

"It is worse than that. Jarden is Thane Valdrin's house call," Turkon informs them.

"I thought Milfred was his house, Carl," Lydia comments.

"Milfred is his White Run house, Carl. Jarden is his Winter Helm House Carl." Turkon explains.

"Crap," Adrianne grumbles.

"How is he a Thane in both places?" Lydia asks.

"How didn't you know?" Adrianne asks in disbelief.

"I thought it was just a rumor. I didn't know you could be a Thane in a multitude of Holds."

"In most holds, all that is needed is for you to have just done something grand for the people and a few other tasks," Adrianne explains.

"What did Valdrin do to become a Thane?" Lydia asks and wonders how many more things are true that she believes are just rumors.

"He fought in the war and helped with the deal to end the war," Adrianne answers.

"That's it?" Lydia says as she shakes her head.

"He did give a lot of money to help restore the House of Healing," Adrianne states.

"Have you been to the House of Healing?" Lydia asks.

"No?"

"Just go and see for yourself." Lydia insists.

"Okay. I think he has family in Winter Helm, and Jarl made him a Thane to try and convince our Jarl to join in the Storm Cloaks rebellion." Adrianne spits.

"How do you know that?" Lydia asks.

"Thane Valdrin has been trying to get my father to sway the Jarl to join the Storm Cloaks," Adrianne answers.

"Why would he think that your father would do that?" Lydia suspiciously asks.

"They are old war buddies." Adrianne sheepishly admits.

"You see, nothing can be done as they have a Thane and Jarl steward protecting them." Turkon sorrowfully admits. "And now my family is as good as dead with you being his daughter."

"No, I would never tell him," Adrianne vows.

"So, we have a Thane who is the Dragon Born, and I trust Adrianne."

"Is she here?" Turkon hopefully asks.

"No, but her allies are," Lydia answers with an evil smile.

"What have you got in mind?" Adrianne wearily inquires as the look on her old friend's face unnerves her.

"An idea, but I must talk to some people this evening. Do you think your family will be safe until tomorrow?

"Yeah, one of his lackeys reminded him about them not getting their cut from someone he hadn't heard from in a while," Turkon tells them.

"Did you hear where?" Lydia asks.

"Towards the Old Towers out east," Turkon remarks while pointing in the direction he believes they are going.

"If it's those bandits, they are dead." Lydia laughs.

"How do you know," Turkon demands.

"My Thane killed them a while ago." Lydia continues to laugh along with Adrianne, remembering hearing about it.

"Turkon, why don't you and your sons take the items Adrianne bought to her shop? You can use the cart and one horse." Lydia instructs.

"That shouldn't take too long," Turkon remarks as he glances over at the piles of items.

"Draw it out. About an hour, I want you, Marus, to go and get your family. All of them and have them meet me at the house next to the blacksmith shop. Be loud that I need your whole family, okay?

"Okay. But what if I am asked what you want them for?"

"Just say grown-up stuff," Lydia says with a smile.

"Okay."

As the group leaves the stall, Skulvar calls for Lydia.

"Hey Lydia, I must show you something about your horse," Skulvar says as he is over at one of her horses, lifting its leg.

"What is it?"

"Come here and look at her foot." Skulvar remarks.

"I am not seeing anything," Lydia says after a few moments of looking at it.

"There's nothing wrong; just pretend I'm telling you there is. That lowlife has been trying to get me to pay, too, and he has ears everywhere. So, if you're going after him, count me in. Don't worry; I made sure no one else overheard you talking," Skulvar informed her, and Lydia played along.

"What about your friend Milfred?" Lydia quietly asks.

"He knows and doesn't like it but can't disobey his Thane. You should know that." Skulvar retorts, which causes Lydia to nod her head in agreement.

"Do what you must for all of the horses. I trust your judgment. I will pay for the arrangements when I get the horses later tonight." Lydia loudly says, then heads over to the group. After reaching them, they make their way up to White Run.

"You are lucky you made it to White Run with this rope tack," Turkon remarks as he moves the horse up the walkway.

"Jarlam is the one who set it up."

"Well, he did a good job for a day. It won't last much longer. You should invest in some good tack."

"That is on my list. Anything else?"

"This cart is too small for this horse. You could get a bigger cart or a smaller animal to pull it. If you have the coin, you could do both."

"That is something to think about," Lydia remarks as they unload the cart.

"Marus, would you please stay with the horse and cart while we take these in," Lydia instructs.

"Yes, ma'am."

Lydia and Turkon drop off the items at the Battle Maiden shop.

"Hey Adrianne, would you, by chance, have any harnesses?"

"No, but the Leathersmith should."

"Know of anyone who might have a cart for sale?"

"Yeah, but you're not going to like it," Adrianne says with a shiver of repulsion, clearly telling Lydia who it is.

"Oh great… I guess it won't be that bad."

"How can you say that?"

"I won't have to stop my Thane from killing him." Lydia's deadpans, causing Adrianne to laugh.

"Do you know of anyone who is selling some farm animals?"

"Not you could try the farms on the way there."

"Thanks," Lydia says as she takes her coin from Adrianne and heads for the Leather smith first. Once she makes her purchase, she sends Turkon out with it to put it on and has one of his sons fetch the rest of the family while she deals with the sleaze bag. As she is about to go into his shop, Adrianne shows up.

"What are you doing here?"

"Someone has to keep you from killing him." Adrianne smiles back, and Lydia doesn't argue.

Lydia seethes with restrained anger upon learning that the wagons were acquired at the expense of desperate families in the tent city, held back only by the presence of numerous witnesses. Promising to inspect a wagon later, she departs for Breeze's home to meet Turkon and his family.

As Lydia approaches, she notes the group's tactical competence, recognizing their skilled placement as lookouts. Impressed, she observes the boys strategically positioned on opposite sides, watchful for potential trouble. She takes particular notice of a woman carrying a child on her hip, defiantly pulling weeds from the garden despite her husband's apparent objections. Lydia grins, but her satisfaction is interrupted by a self-directed admonishment as she realizes she missed an old man in the shaded corner of the porch. The only cue to his presence is a subtle snap of fingers from one of the boys, prompting the man to stand up.

"We came like you asked," Turkon says as he sees her approaching.

"Not out here," Lydia says as she approaches the door and unlocks it. Remembering the warning about verbal invites from her Thane, Lydia opens the door and allows them to go first. She does note the old man's look of approval at her action. Lydia noticed something was slightly off as more children were inside the building than he said he had, but she would wait and see.

"What did you do with the horse and cart?" Lydia asks when the door is closed.

"They are back at the stable, and the new tack is locked up with the items you didn't sell," Turkon answers.

"Good. And whom do we have here?"

"My family consists of my wife Kara, my oldest son Marus, second son Solonm, my only daughter Jennro, and my father, Thomas." Turkon points to each group member except for a little girl in the corner by the kitchen with a panicked look.

"And who is she?" Lydia asks, which causes the little blonde girl to run for the back bedroom, but she is tripped by the tip of Tohmas's walking crutch that he sent sailing just as she starts to move.

"Not one of mine. I thought she was yours or your Thanes." Turkon remarks as he silently instructs his sons to grab the girl.

The fair-haired girl attempts to rise, thwarted by Turkon's boys firmly restraining her. Their grip only loosens when she feigns tears, granting her an opportunity to dart towards the back room. However, her escape is abruptly halted as she collides with Lydia, who seizes her shoulders and demands answers. Lydia's stern tone pierces through the facade of tears.

Determined to uncover the truth, Lydia challenges the girl's feeble act, declaring, "I could do better than that by the time I was seven winters. So, unless you want to go and visit the guards, I suggest you answer my questions. Now."

The feigned tears instantly evaporate, replaced by a defiant gaze as the girl clamps her mouth shut, signaling an unwillingness to cooperate.

"A nice ass whooping usually works well." Tohmas's off-handily remarks as he hops over and picks up his walking crutch.

The little girl gives him the evil eye until Lydia marches out the door, saying, "Guards, it is then."

"My name is Lucy, and I am an orphan." The girl says as she pulls against Lydia but doesn't get free.

Lydia gives her a look to continue, which she does. "I have been hiding in this place because it was the safest as it had been empty for so long," Lucy explains.

"What happened to your parents?" Kara asks after she looks at her daughter.

"Killed by bandits on our way here. I only got away because my mom told me to run, and I did."

"How long ago?" Kara inquires as her motherly instincts kick in.

"About a year."

"You have been living here for a year, and no one knew?" Lydia remarks.

"How did you eat?" Kara asks.

"People don't usually notice a kid when they are with other kids. So, during the day, I would hang out with other kids. Sometimes, they would invite me to eat at their house. But most times, I would have to sneak food out of gardens or other places so people wouldn't miss it that much."

"True."

"Were you here when my Thane was here?"

Lucy nods her head.

"What about when the people of White Run cleaned up this place."

"I helped and ensured they didn't find my way in," Lucy answers. At this point, her stomach growled, and Lydia noticed that she had been cooking food.

Lydia tried not to look impressed at the girl's cleverness but failed just a little, as did Thomas. "What were you cooking?"

"Just warming up what was left from what your boyfriend made. You should keep him. He is a good cook. But you two are a bit loud." Lucy remarks, causing Lydia to blush a little. Kara heads over to the kitchen area and prevents the food from burning. She then proceeded to cook lunch for everyone by adding more food and noting what was needed in the house.

Lydia decides not to say a word about the woman's action. She thinks that this would be a good test of her cooking skills.

"Why didn't you go to the Jarl?" One of the boys asks.

"We used to live in Riften. I had been friends with some kids at the orphanage until they went missing." Lucy answers with a look of horror.

"You mean got adopted?" Kara asks.

"No went missing for arguing with the lady who ran it. Micah was one of the kids that went missing, but his body was found in the canal. They say he drowned, but if he did, it was because of all the broken bones he had." Lucy sadly says.

"You are not saying that…" Kara, shocked, fully asks.

"She is mean, and do I think she is mean enough to do that? YES! That jarl won't listen to anyone who complains about it. So, I figure the jarl here is the same, and I am not going into some orphanage."

"He is not the same. He and his men saved me from slavers."

"What are you going to do with me."

"I'll wait and see what my Thane says, as this is her home you broke into. Until then you will stay with me. If you try to run, I'll send the guards and have them take you to Riften. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," Lucy answers as she drops to the floor, and Kara gives her some food.

"My Thane has granted me the authority to recruit assistance in restoring a farm located a day's travel to the west of here. Jarlam has mentioned your persistence, so I'm willing to bring you on a trial basis. However, there are a few stipulations for a full hiring," Lydia announces, observing the swift change in the man's expression. Though a moment of happiness flickers across his face, concern shadows his features, prompting her to elaborate.

Pausing for emphasis, Lydia continues, "Firstly, a criminal element may tail you, but I'll handle that by consulting with some acquaintances. Secondly, the ultimate decision lies with my Thane. Prove your worth, and if you do, I'm confident she'll permit you to stay."

"What kind of work are you talking about?" The old man asks.

"What are you good at?"

"I can build things if some criminals don't break my leg."

"He did that?" Lydia asks.

The old man nods.

"Would you be willing to be a witness against him?"

"It would just be my word against his, and he has powerful friends."

"Think about it for now. The farms need building and blacksmith work, cleaning, and maintenance."

"So, none of that funny adult stuff my grandson said?"

"No sir, that was just for others to hear," Lydia answers.

"Smart lady." The old man smiles while he mutters under his breath, "Too bad." As he gives Lydia the once over.

"Turkon, I will meet the merchant briefly to look over a better wagon. I want your opinion on it." Lydia says.

"Of course."

"Ma'am, I see a few things that need to be done around here. If you don't mind, I could clean the privy clothes, change the bedding, and see about stocking your food." Turkon's wife speaks up.

"Start with the cleaning. I want someone to escort you to purchase the food. So, wait until we return." Lydia says as she finishes the food she has been offered. "I have a list of items that may be needed for the farms. I want you to look at it and see if there is anything it might be missing?"

"As I don't know what is there, I will do my best," Turkon says as he takes the list from Lydia.

"This is a good list… Is there a forge there?"

"No."

"It would be best to have one. That way, we won't have to wait for supplies. I could make them."

"Put the items you need on the bottom, and I will think about it."

"A few bags of lime would be a good idea." The father suggests, and Lydia looks at him as if to ask why.

"It's good building material for stonework." Tohmas's answers.

"I have to head out to the farm in a little bit. Why do we go to the market first and get the food items you think we will need." Lydia remarks to Kara. "Thomas, would you mind fixing the window in the back bedroom?"

"How?" Lucy asks, looking up at her in surprise.

"You ran straight for that room, which makes it the most likely way you got in. If you got in that way, someone else can too, and I don't want any uninvited guests anymore."

"Double lock from the inside that can only be opened from the door should do it." Tohmas's remarks.

"Do you have everything you need for it?"

"I could use a few items from the blacksmith."

Lydia tosses him a few smaller items from the law of bounty at him. "Trade for what you need. And if you can get any items on the list with it, do it."

"Yes, ma'am."

"You boys are to resume your other duties."

"Huh?" The family asks.

"Keep an eye and ear out, but take a hint from Lucy," Lydia says as she tells them she could tell.

"You want us to break into places?"

"No, act more like kids, not lookouts," Lydia explains.

"Okay."

"So, you want me to teach them?" Lucy asks.

"No, you are expected to always be at my side." Lydia firmly states.

"Yes, ma'am."

The women head to the market while the males do their job. A few hours later, Lydia and the women returned with armloads of baskets full of food and found that the males hadn't fixed one window but every window.

"I only ask for the one," Lydia tells him.

"You would have been shorted if I used those items just to do one. I have an order of planks coming to make some shudders with."

"Those are easy to break through."

"Not with my design and the way I put them in."

"Real, how are they designed differently than others, and how are they put in?"

"Most people put wooden shutters on the outside to protect the glass. My shutter design is wood on the outside, while you have wood back with metal on the inside. So that when closed, the inside shutters' metal locked into place."

"Wow, are you expecting an invasion?" Lydia asks but then regrets it as she realizes that's exactly what happened at their home. "I am sorry."

"Do you want the farms set up the same way?" Tohmas asks as a way of avoiding the uncomfortableness of her question.

"That is an excellent idea."

"Honey, this is a lot of stuff."

"You don't know the half of what your wife got." Lydia laughs.

"Honey, you didn't?"

"I just made sure that each place is set up with food and items to grow their food," Kara explains.

"Oh no."

"It's okay. That is exactly what my Thane was wanting." Lydia calms the worried man. "I have to go and meet the Merchant at the stable. When I have chosen a wagon, please bring what will be needed to the farm outside White Run, and we will load it up into the wagon. While I am gone, I want you and your family to stay here. Do you think your things will be safe if you do?"

"I'll just need to get our bedrolls, so we have a place to sleep."

"Fine, leave the tent and wagon. But you can use the beds here."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Just no sex in the big bed. That is my Thane's rule."

"You mean we get to sleep in a real bed?" Marus pipes in.

"What about me?" Lucy says as she feels she is losing her bed.

"What did I say?"

"I am to be at your side at all times." Lucy mutters.

"I'll be right back," Lydia says as she heads out with Lucy following on her heels.

Lydia headed over to the Battle Maiden shop to speak with Adrianne. Luckily, she found Adrianne working outside at the forge.

"Adrianne."

"Lydia, what can I do for you, and who is that with you?"

"Adrianne, this is Lucy, who has been staying at Breeze home for over a year."

"WHAT?!

"Yup. So, until my Thane returns, she will be staying with me and doing everything I tell her to do, or I'll have the guards take her to the orphanage back at Riften, where she is from. I am having Turkon and his family stay at Breeze's home while I am away."

"You want me to keep an eye on things?"

"Yes."

"Anything I should be on the lookout for?"

"I trust your judgment."

"It will cost you."

"What?"

"Depending on how long you are gone, I want to hire them to fit my windows like the man wants to do to yours."

"How do you know about that?"

"I saw the designs when he tried explaining them to my husband. He thought he would be the blacksmith because my husband was a man." Adrianne laughs.

"I bet you set him straight." Lydia laughs back.

"What they do on their own time is up to them. But I might be having them move to the other farm."

"What about the one here?"

"Thadmor is going to look after it. He likes sleeping in a quiet house instead of the barracks. His sister has the farm next to it, so I might see if they will help keep an eye on it when he cannot."

"Good plan."

"Thanks. See you in a day or two." Lydia says as she and Lucy head back to Breeze's home to get Turkon.

With Turk's knowledge and Lydia threatening to remove certain body parts from the sleaze, they got only one wagon but two, all the tack and a goat, at a very reasonable price.

"What are we to do with two wagons?" Turkon laughs as he watches the sleaze slink back to White Run.

"We use the smaller one for the farm here while the larger one and the cart and goat will be used for the other farm and maybe more. Hook the red mare up to the smaller cart."

"Why do you say maybe more?" Turkon asks as he gets the mare ready.

"My Thane managed to procure three residences in a matter of weeks, and only these two were on purpose," Lydia explains while she saddles the grey that Chrissy had ridden.

"You think she'll get more?"

"I believe she has plans of traveling, and it would be best to have a place to rest in each hold so that I won't be surprised. I'll try to be back midday tomorrow and have as much as the cart and wagon ready to go."

"What about my wagon?"

"Do you have horses to pull it?"

"I had some Oxen, but…" Turkon explains but stops as he hooks up the horse and gets in the wagon to steer.

"He took them for payment. Are they still alive?" Lydia answered him as she got on the horse.

"Yeah, has them on a farm not far from us, but if we try and see them…"

"I get it. Let's get this one packed and ready to go." Lydia says.

Small Farm outside of White Run

Day 20 Evening

The team dedicated the next hour to loading the cart efficiently. Once the task was completed, Lucy opted to ride alongside Lydia, who lacked the knowledge of handling or steering a wagon. They reached their destination just before sunset, where Irlieth and Thadmor anxiously awaited their arrival.

"It's about time." Irlieth reputed.

"And it will be worth the wait when I tell you why. Would you two help us take this stuff inside?" Lydia tells her.

"Who's this?" Thadmor asks as he sees Lucy clinging to Lydia.

"This is Lucy, and she is my shadow until my Thane decides what to do with her," Lydia says as she unlocks the door.

Lydia goes in first and stumbles around for a few moments while she lights a couple of candles. Everyone is quite surprised at how nice the place is on the inside.

"I am surprised no one tried to rob this place?" Lydia comments as she sees all the previous owner's belongings still there.

"He had a ward put on it," Irlieth answers.

"That must have been pricy." Thadmor let out with a whistle.

"The door won't open without the key," Irlieth answers.

"That's good to know."

"Where do you want these?" Thadmor asks.

"Let's put them in there for now. That is unless food can go in the kitchen area." Lydia says as she quickly looks around the first room, which consists of a large open living room that merges into the kitchen. She notices a large bedroom to the left and a storage room to the right. "Lucy, you are to start the fire in both the living room and the stove in the kitchen."

"Yes, ma'am."

Efficiently, they unloaded the wagon and saw to the animals. Once done, they gathered inside the farmhouse around the warm, crackling fire. Lucy promptly served them a platter of sliced bread, cheese, and dried meats. Mugs and a pitcher of water were also provided, ensuring everyone had a comfortable setting for their meal.

"Was that all you needed, or did you have a real reason to meet me away from the court?" Irlieth asks after she polished off her water and poured another.

"Chrissy and I discovered this," Lydia says as she pulls out the knife with the mark of the Dark Hood. "Chrissy didn't know what. She removed the bandit at the lair of the guy who tried to kill the jarl until the other day."

"Is this what I think it is?" Irlieth remarks as she looks at the knife.

"The Dark Hood." Thadmor confirms as he, too, sees the mark.

"You think they were hired to kill the Jarl?"

"I don't know. The bandit could have gotten it another way, but we both thought you should be aware."

"This was very important as it could mean that there still could be a contract on the Jarl."

"There is something else."

"What?"

"I hired a family who is being forced into paying protection money. The thing is, they have to pay protection to a certain house, housecarl from Winter Helm. The housecarl will come tomorrow evening to collect the money and information on what I have purchased and anything else they can tell them. I believe he is going to try and rob my Thane."

"Can you prove this, and do you have witnesses?" Irlieth asks.

"We have been hearing similar rumors, but no one is willing to come forward, and anyone who talks to us ends up either getting hurt or dead." Thadmor reports.

"There is not much we can do without evidence or witnesses. But I do have an idea that might be able to provide both, that is if the family is willing to help." Irlieth remarks with an evil smile.

"Tell me your plan, and I will let him know. I plan to move him and his family to the other farm so he will be safe."

"Good, but he will not need to be a witness to what I have planned. Thadmor, tomorrow morning, I want you to gather at least twenty of the most trusted guards and have them dress as peasants."

"You want to set them up," Lydia says with a smile.

"No, they will just be made to feel safe to reveal their true nature." Irlieth smirks.

As the group delves into their evening plans, they engage in lively discussions while savoring their meal. Thadmor and Irlieth eventually depart for the night, leaving the remaining members to enjoy the cozy ambiance. Before leaving, Thadmor notices Lucy, who has dozed off on a small chair. Gently, he lifts her and carefully places her in a guest bed within the spacious bedroom.

"Sorry, you can't stay here or at Breeze's home tonight," Lydia says as Thadmor leaves.

"It's okay. I can handle a night or two at the barracks. Though I do miss our time together." Thadmor says as he kisses her deeply before leaving.

"Lucy is right. He is a keeper." Lydia mutters to herself as she locks the door and heads to bed.

Day 20 Evening- Killing Time

White Run Stewards Chambers

"Thane Valdrin to see you, sir." A male servant says as he enters the stewards' chambers. Thane Valdrin dramatically enters by flipping his long, unsightly fur-covered cloak with Milfred in tow.

"Thane Valdrin, I am surprised to see you." Steward Avenicci Proventus schools himself to greet the Thane and reluctantly embraces the man.

"Avenicci, my friend." Thane Valdrin boldly remarks as he embraces the steward and then pours himself some of the steward's wine. "The stablemaster refused to ready my horses, and then there was a bad wheel on the wagon." The last comment made the steward look at Milfred, who just gave him a look as if to say, "Don't ask." While Valdrin droned on. "You know he Jarl of Winter Helm would never allow such disrespect of his Thanes by such lowly riffraff. Thanes are permitted to deal with them however we see fit."

"So, a broken wheel is what I owe the pressure… I mean pleasure of your company too." Avenicci remarks as though someone was running nails down a chalkboard.

"I was hoping you could tell me more about this new Thane. As she has somehow acquired horses when no one else can." Valdrin says after he finishes his goblet of wine, he pours himself another.

"I was unaware that she had returned."

"She hasn't, but her tart of a housecarl has," Valdrin says as he wipes his mouth from the wine, then proceeds to drink some more.

"What did she say about the horses?" Avenicci asks first of Valdrin, who is too busy drinking his wine to answer, so he looks to Milfred.

"The stablemaster said they were from Law of Bounty." Milfred informs him.

"I heard from the Jarl Balgruuf housecarl that Thane Chrissy and her Housecarl had killed some Black Crows. That must be where she got them from." Avenicci remarks as he puts away his paperwork.

"You are telling me that a couple of women killed some bandits?" Valdrin retorts. "They may have stolen themselves and said it was from Law of Bounty."

"I would be careful what you say as these Nords consider her a Dragon Born. And I do know that even before she became a Thane. Thane Chrissy killed the bandits at Bleak Falls Barrow. She brought me the paperwork from the Town. Those people there don't take kindly to liars." Avenicci warned, then went on to reveal. "It was her and her housecarl that also took out the bandits and slaver at the Silent Moon Camp. They also freed all the enslaved people."

"What?!" Valdrin spit out his drink as fear covered his face for a moment, then he demanded. "When? Why wasn't I told!"

"Just before someone tried to assassinate the Jarl. Thane Chrissy killed the first assassin while a formerly enslaved person killed another." Avenicci answered while studying the man's reaction without him noticing, then quietly asked. "Why would you care about slavers and bandits being killed?"

"Well,. Umm…" Valdrin studders then corrects himself. "I like to hear when bad things happen to bandits. "They deserve it. So do tell me more about this killing spree that this newest Thane has been on."

Jarlam Avenicci continued to pour wine into Valdrin's goblet, the deep crimson liquid glinting in the flickering candlelight. As he did, he shared tidbits of information about Thane Chrissy's exploits – the battles against bandits, dragons, and even a Giant. Avenicci's words hung in the air, carrying the weight of awe and admiration.

Valdrin, his expression thoughtful, received the poured wine, and Avenicci, ever hospitable, poured water into his own goblet. The clinking of glass and the gentle murmur of conversation filled the room, creating an ambiance of camaraderie.

"Is that why you seek to leave so soon after your arrival?" Avenicci questioned, a discerning gaze fixed on Valdrin. "You told me you would stay for some time when you came." The words lingered, prompting Valdrin to share his thoughts on the matter.

Valdrin's monologue about Winter Helm's supposed splendor filled the room, each boastful phrase accompanied by eye rolls from Milfred and subtle frustration from Avenicci, who struggled to conceal his irritation. Valdrin's slurred words echoed in the chamber, punctuated by the occasional thud of his head hitting the table.

"I came to check on my holdings here, and they were….in okay shape. I thought it best to return to Winter Helm as the court there doesn't do well without me," Valdrin rambled on, his words slurring into incomprehensibility.

The air in the room was thick with the stench of alcohol as Valdrin continued to weave tales of his city's greatness. He boasted about Winter Helm's grandeur, oblivious to the barely restrained annoyance of those around him. The flickering candlelight danced on the table, casting shadows that seemed to mock his intoxicated theatrics. Valdrin continued for several painful hours until his intoxicated ramblings veered into veiled suggestions that White Run could be improved under his rule.

"Ifff …I… was…" Valdrin slurs, then drops his head to the table, to which Milfred checks him.

"Is he?" Avenicci asks.

"Just passed out like usual." Milfred answers.

"Finally," Avenicci mutters with relief.

Milfred directed Avenicci to the other room, away from the snoring Thane. The room seemed to exhale as they stepped into the relative quiet, the only disturbance being Valdrin's rhythmic snores.

"I am glad to hear that the attempt was stopped," Milfred says, watching the man in the other room, ensuring he wasn't faking being drunk as he knew how sneaky the man was.

"I understand what it took for you to warn me of his possible plans. But do you have any solid proof of it?"

"No, just what I heard."

"What is his actual hurry to leave?"

"Not sure, but he got upset when he discovered the assassination failed. He has been pushing his men, rousting and upsetting the refugees even more lately. They are making the refugees believe it's Jarl Balgruuf's fault for not doing anything. I even think they have a man down amongst the refugees, enticing them with wine while inciting them to do stupid things. And something big will happen in the next day or two," Milfred relays.

"You think he?"

"No proof, but I don't want to bet the jarl life on it."

"I think it's time I informed the Jarl."

"This late?"

"Yes."

"What about," Milfred says as he points to the drunk Thane.

"Take him back to his house, then come right back here. It would be best if you weren't blamed for what he and his other housecarl has done. You have been keeping notes on it, haven't you?"

"Yes. He has almost taken everything from the Refugees, and he's trying to take from the local shops, too." Mildred answers as he walks back into the room with passed-out Thane and lifts him over his shoulder.

"Good night," Avenicci says as he heads for the Jarl's bedchamber.

"Night," Mildred says as he walks out with a passed-out thane on his shoulders.

Day 20 Evening- Killing Time

The Jarl of White Run Bedchamber

Jarl Balgruuf's muttered frustration lingered in the air as he hastily retreated to his chambers, attempting to avoid a confrontation with the troublesome Thane Valdrin. The creaking of the stairs announced Valdrin's ascent, prompting Balgruuf to quicken his pace.

"If Thane Valdrin shows up, I will not be disturbed," Balgruuf directed his guard with a stern command, his hand firmly closing the door to his chambers. Behind the closed door, the Jarl sought refuge from the relentless presence of Valdrin, his irritation palpable in the hushed sanctuary of his private quarters.

As Balgruuf mused about having a bit of fun for the night, his muttered desire halted abruptly when the cold touch of a blade grazed his throat. A hushed, feminine voice whispered menacing promises, eliciting a shiver down the Jarl's spine.

"I can think of some fun things to do to you," the mysterious voice seductively teased, sending a thrill through the air.

"You won't get away," Balgruuf retorted with a sultry, confident tone, challenging his unseen assailant.

"And who is going to stop me?" the woman taunted, only to find the tables turned. The knife was deftly taken from her, and she was tossed across the room, landing gracefully on the bed with a sultry smile that hinted at both danger and desire.

"Why you," Balgruuf declared, unable to resist the allure, as he threw himself on top of her.

"Oh, it has been too long since we were together," the woman purred, creating an atmosphere thick with a blend of tension and longing.

"I was surprised to see you," Balgruuf smiled down at Olivia, who found herself pinned beneath him.

"Almost as surprised as I," Olivia replied, flipping on top of him and nuzzling his neck while skillfully undoing his pants.

"I thought you were going to try to kill me when I saw you, but instead, you saved me," Balgruuf said, pulling her closer to his aroused state.

"It is against the Black Hood's rules to kill a Jarl, for war isn't good for us," Olivia purred, enjoying the sensation of his fingers sliding down her back to her tail.

"And here I thought it was because we fought in the war together," Balgruuf smiled at her, his touch reaching her favorite spot.

"That too," Olivia purred in delight, shoving down his pants to reveal his arousal.

"Are you here just for this or more?" Balgruuf asked, pressing his manhood against her.

That and more… so much more," Olivia replied, meeting his thrust eagerly.

"Such as," Balgruuf said, teasingly pulling out, making her whine at a loss.

"I have to kill someone," Olivia tells him as she tries to push him back in her.

"Who?" Balgrouf says as he pulls out even more.

"The one who tried to hire us to kill you," Olivia informed him, rewarded with a hard thrust that made her moan in pleasure.

Several hours later Balgruuf reclined against the mound of plush pillows, his eyes lazily trailing the curves of Olivia's form as she gracefully moved about the room, gathering her scattered garments. The soft glow of the flickering candles highlighted the intricate patterns of the quilt that modestly covered him, leaving just enough to the imagination.

The rhythmic tapping of boots echoed against the wooden door, each knock resonating through the chamber. Olivia, her silhouette silhouetted against the dim light, swiftly retrieved a hidden knife, her movements fluid yet assertive. The anticipation of danger added a thrill to the charged atmosphere.

Balgrouf, propped up against the headboard, observed her with a bemused grin, the post-coital satisfaction lingering in the air. His gaze lingered on her playful expression, catching the subtle tease in the way she deliberately took her time fastening each piece of attire. The room buzzed with an undercurrent of tension, contrasting to the intimacy that had unfolded only moments before.

As Olivia completed her preparations, she cast a final sultry glance in Balgruuf's direction. The tension between them heightened a blend of secrecy, desire, and the unspoken understanding of the tasks that awaited her beyond the chamber door.

Balgruuf, feigning interest in the book laid open before him, called out, "What is it?"

The guard's announcement sliced through the quiet room, "Your Steward wishes to speak with you."

"Enter. This better be important," Balgruuf sighed, his eyes lifting from the page but failing to conceal the irritation.

As Avenicci closed the door behind him, the room embraced a shroud of secrecy. The flickering candlelight danced with shadows, casting an ominous undertone to the unfolding conversation.

"I have grave news, my Jarl," Avenicci began, and Balgruuf's eyes narrowed in concern. "I am afraid that one of your Thanes may have been the one behind the assassination attempt. And that same Thane may be trying to replace you in another way within the next day or two."

Balgruuf, still pretending to be engrossed in the book, absorbed the weight of Avenicci's words. "I think I know who, but do you have any proof?" he inquired, his mind already churning through the political intricacies.

Avenicci admitted, "No."

"Do you know how?" Balgruuf pressed, trying to piece together the puzzle.

"Only that he plans on using the Refugees to cause an uproar," Avenicci responded, and Balgruuf's frustration deepened.

"How we have given them a place to stay away from the war." The Jarl demands.

"Yes, but it seems that the Thane has had his men taking the stuff from them and blaming you. With your Housecarl and most of her men gone, there are not enough guards to stop a riot if it breaks out." Aveniccie warns.

""I'll ponder on this matter. You're excused," Balgruuf said, dismissing Avenicci. The steward departed, leaving the room draped in a heavy silence.

As Aveniccie made his way to the exit, Balgrouf added, "Make sure to express my gratitude to Milferd for his assistance." The steward, taken aback by the unexpected gratitude, left, shutting the door behind him.

Olivia, silent until now, glided over to Balgruuf and murmured, "Your Thane is the one I must kill."

Balgruuf, intrigued, requested, "I ask that you wait until he is out of my hold, as it might start a war."

"For you, I can do that," Olivia agreed, her voice low and seductive. "But from what I have heard from the enslaved people, he plans to have the Refugees attack the gates."

"Why? I have not done anything to them?" Balgruuf questioned, his confusion apparent.

His people have been shaking them down, and then there is someone amongst the refugees blaming you."

"If I am to remove him as Thane, I must have proof."

"I have an idea, and it requires you to be very dirty." Olivia purrs into his ear.

"Enlighten me," Balgruuf demanded, leaning in, eager to unravel the layers of intrigue enveloping him. The book slipped from his hands, forgotten, as she whispered a plan into his ear, the words delivered with an intimacy akin to lovers sharing secrets.

Day 21 Morning -Killing Time

Farm outside of White Run

After a hasty meal, they threw themselves into a whirlwind of chores. Brooms swept away the night's remnants, and the farmhouse underwent a meticulous transformation as every nook and cranny was accounted for. The atmosphere hummed with industry, and by mid-day, the once cluttered space now stood cleaned, organized, and well-stocked with provisions and firewood.

They paused for a mid-day meal, savoring the fruits of their labor, but the day's agenda was far from complete. As they readied to leave, Lydia, aware of the impending dusk, aimed to return to White Run promptly, pending Turkon's agreement. Within an hour of finishing their meal, they were on the road, guided by Lydia's resolute determination.

Stopping at the stable, Lydia ensured the horses were well-taken care of before heading towards Breeze's home. There, a palpable tension hung in the air. A nervous family awaited, their apprehension evident, in stark contrast to Thadmor, who stood before them in humble peasant attire, a wide smile playing on his lips.

"It's okay. This is Thadmor." Lydia informed them.

"Her boyfriend," Lucy says, which makes them relax.

"I thought you said he was a guard?" Turkon remarks.

"Actually, I am a Lieutenant to the Housecarl."

"Then why?" Turkon asks as he points to Thadmor's appearance.

"Nice to know my extra work on looking like everyone else has done their work." Thadmor smiles.

"Irlieth the Jarl's housecarl has a plan to catch Jarden in the act if you are willing to help. You won't have to be a witness." Lydia explains.

"If I do it, he or his men might come after my family."

"You and they will be moving to the farm I told you about if you want the job."

"If my family is safe, I'll do it."

"Okay, here is the plan. You go to your tent and pretend everything is normal, but try and get him to expose what he is doing and planning on doing."

"What will that do?"

"Ten other guards and I will be hiding among the other refugees, and we will just happen to overhear. If he tries anything, say the word "Refuge," and I and the other guards will step in. We also have ten more guards on standby, ready to move at a moment's notice. Irlieth will also be bringing several guards from the North Tower."

"Do all those guards know what's going on?" Tohmas asks.

"The ten with me know as they fought alongside The Dragon Born when we against the dragon. Irlieth has been trying new training methods and trying new tactics. Tonight is supposed to be night training."

"Smart." Tohmas remarks.

"Where will my family be?" Turkon worriedly asks.

"They will be staying here," Lydia says.

"What if he asks where they are?" Turkon wonders.

"Tell whoever asks that they stay here at my request," Lydia answers.

"What if they ask other questions?"

"Until we nail these guys, if anyone asks, stick with the truth but stay vague or deflect their question," Thadmor tells him.

"That's a good plan. Except what about his Thane?" Tohmas remarks from his chair.

"With ten guards' word and the Jarl's housecarl and the Dragon Born's housecarl as witnesses against him, I think we'll be able to, at the very least, have Jarden and his men removed permanently." Thadmor answers with a big grin.

"Wish you could go after the Thane." Tohmas remarks.

"You think he is involved?" Lydia asks.

"Think… I know. I have seen him collecting protection money from his housecarl, right after he got it." Tohmas states. "But I can't be a witness."

"We would have to catch him in the act, and then that may not even be enough," Thadmor explains.

"What would it take?"

"At the very least, several Thanes are catching him in the act, but he would need proof before even considering arresting him." Thadmor answers.

"As long as he doesn't come after my family, I don't care."

"He tries, and he is as good as dead." Lydia retorts.

"You can't kill a Thane."

"Not me. My Thane. She doesn't put up with that kind of shit." Lydia says, causing everyone to look at her strangely. "Her words, not mine, but I agree."

"When are you supposed to be there to meet him?"

"This evening, but I better get there before."

"Then let's go," Thadmor says as he directs him out.

"Be safe," Kara says goodbye to her husband with a kiss.

"You too."

"I have a couple of guards watching this place, so if they try anything," Thadmor informs him.

"You thought of everything," Thomas says with a smile.

"No, it was a team effort." Thadmor replies as they leave.

Lydia stops and turns to Lucy. "You are staying here too."

"What? I thought I was to be by your side at all times." Lucy worriedly retorts.

"I am giving you an assignment here." Lydia tells her.

"What?"

"Keep an eye out for trouble and get a guard if there is any," Lydia instructs her. "Only one person in town knows that you are with this group. If there is trouble you should be able to slip away and get help."

"Okay."

Tent City outside of White Run

Day 21 early evening -Killing Time

The group descended into Tent City, a labyrinth of makeshift shelters and flickering fires. Lydia concealed herself within Turkon's family tent, crouching behind a large box repurposed as a crib for the child. Thadmor, adopting the guise of a ragged wanderer, sprawled under an abandoned and broken cart nearby, shrouded by an old blanket. From this covert vantage point, he surveyed the surroundings, ensuring his weapon remained concealed, ready for any unforeseen developments.

Even Thadmor, a seasoned operative, struggled to spot his men amid the bustling activity. The success lay in their meticulous adherence to the plan—each dressed uniquely, forsaking visible guard clothing. Some had deliberately muddied their robes to simulate age, while others went to great lengths, smearing dirt and mud across their faces. Hidden in the shadows or mingling with the crowd around makeshift fires, they engaged in deception, passing around a seemingly innocuous bottle of wine, which, upon closer inspection, revealed itself as warm cider.

Thadmor harbored concerns about the potential collateral damage this operation could inflict on innocent bystanders. His men had done their best to keep people away, but some, like the elderly couples and the Cat Merchants seeking to recover stolen children, remained in the vicinity. Thadmor wished they already had the kids and were gone, but due to the absence of his housecarl, they were compelled to wait. All he could do now was strive to contain the impending chaos.

Meanwhile, Turkon immersed himself in the appearance of normalcy, loading items into his wagon. The ambient noise was interrupted by a sudden touch on his shoulder, causing him to startle. The box slipped from his grasp, narrowly avoiding a painful collision with his foot.

Hey, sorry, man. Didn't mean to scare you," a man named Jonna apologized.

Turkon sighed, trying to shake off the startle. "It's okay, Jonna. I was just focused on my work." He swiftly picked up the fallen box and placed it back into the wagon.

"Looks like you have a big job without your boys. Say, where are they? I haven't seen that beautiful wife of yours around for a bit either," Jonna inquired, casting a glance towards the tent.

"She is up at our new employer's home."

"You found work? Where? Think you can get me on?" Jonna suspiciously asked.

"I found work for a Housecarl for the next couple of days, but I don't think I can get you on as it is temporary," Turkon answered. "Anyways, I thought you found a job."

"No, I haven't. Why do you think I did?" Jonna hesitantly replies.

"Not me. My dad said he thought you had a job because you never seem to be without one. Unlike the rest of us." Turkon points out.

"What are you saying?" Jonna defensively questions.

"You know I've been looking for work, but you won't tell anyone about your job."

"I don't have a job." Jonna snaps back.

"Then, where do you keep getting all that wine you've been handing out from? Or are you stealing it?" Turkon harshly questions.

"I am not stealing." Jonna profusely denies it.

"Then where is all the wine coming from?" Turkon asks as he puts himself between the tent and Jonna.

"Why do you care? You have a job, and by the looks of it, you are packing to leave even though you don't have a way of moving your wagon." Jonna argues defensively.

"I am leaving unless you know of a job here I can do." Turkon rebates.

"How are you leaving? You don't have horses?" Jonna demands.

"The Housecarl has agreed to help us leave, unless you know of work I can get here?" Turkon counters as he starts to pull boxes out like he hopes there is work.

"I thought I heard that you were supposed to report to Jarden about what that new thane has." Jonna comments.

"How do you know about that?" Turkon harshly retorts.

"I just heard, is all," Jonna replies with his hands up.

"Yeah, right. Not like I haven't seen you hanging around Jarden and his men." Turkon snaps.

"What are you saying."

"I am saying that you are giving people wine and complaining about the Jarl, all the while hanging around with Jarden and his men," Turkon says as he puts back the stuff he had taken out. "You sound like you are trying to start trouble for the Jarl, which I don't want any part of. I don't care if you know of work; I leave in a few days. So just leave me be." Turkon loudly reasons.

"It won't be soon enough." Jonna scoffs as he walks off.

When Jonna was out of earshot, Turkon quietly asked. "You heard?" To which Lydia responds with a soft knock on the box, and Thadmor puts his hand out in a fist and makes a knocking sign as if it was a human head nodding yes.

A short while later, Turkon saw Jonna return, but with Jarden and his men, he dropped the box he was lifting and muttered, "This isn't good."

"What's not good?" Lydia quietly asks.

"There are double the number of men with him plus his Thane." Turkon quietly tells her.

"Just stick with the plan," Lydia says as she silently wishes her own Thane was there.